The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-04-02

upon it. This was my delight, and /
could not keep my eyes from it. I had
tnrned to leave the apartment and follow
my guide and the two other visitors
when most singular circumstance oc-
Cured, for which, of course, you will
have to take my word.
From a feeling not to be described by
the pen, somehow became aware that I
was not alone in the room although I
knew perfectly that all doors were locked
behind US, and that my party was some
distance in advance, felt that no pres
ence could ever be more real; indeed, [
fairly looked back to see, and was not
disappointed. There, only few feet
from where I stood, was lady. She
leaned slightly over the little table, upon
which one of her hands rested. Her outline
was handsome in the extreme, and 1 re-
member thinking that my eyes had new
er gazed upon form of more perfect
loneliness. Her robe seemed to be of
crimson velvet, while the upper part of
her dress, albeit of quaint cut and pat
tern, was ablaze with jewels. It was the
work of an instant for me to recall pict-
ures had seen and descriptions had
read, which, when taken together, brought
the conviction that stood in the pres
ence Of Mary, Queen of Scots, or rather
the air drawn semblance of that royal
lady. I was not startled. To me, at
the time, there did not seem to be any
thing strange. about the matter. SIM
ply stood and looked into her magnifi-
cent eyes which were modestly lifted to
mine. In few seconds my mind ran
over all the trying scenes of her life; in
deed seemed to be taken out of myself,
and waited away back into the stirring
times when the Lords of the Covenant
stood every man with his sword drawn,
and the hapless Mary was the sport Of
circumstances. By and by I came to
what had always seemed to me curious
part of her history, her escapade with
Boutwell,, and once again mentally for
mulated the question, is it possible that
SO much beauty could ever find any
thing to love in that scapegrace lord? l.
asked myself the question, but Judge Of
my amazement when the figure answered
it. The lips moved: "No," it said, che
never owned my love; but, think, my sub
jects were in open rebellion; my husband
had been brute when he ought to have
been my protector; was women in q
strange country, without a trusted friend
in the whole wide world; what could
do?" The infinite pathos with which she
uttered those words brought a pang to
my heart, and must confess, tear to
my eye. Involuntary l advanced to-
ward her, eager to express sympathy,
that sympathy which clings around the
heart of every Scotsman for one who
may have erred much, but whom the
world treated not well. AS moved, the
figure vanished, and was alone.
OPPORTUNITY to save me from MAX
ing fool of myself, my patty returned
on their way out, and joined them, full
of wonderful dreams and theories, but
silent as to my adventure. In descending
the stairway was first, with the janitor
two steps behind. You will believe
was surprised when that staid old gen.
tleman gave me slap between the
shoulders, hard enough TO make my
watch-chain rattle, and shouted: "Hello
Sims; gone to sleep, eh?' My surprise
was increased rather than diminished,
when looked up and found it was not
the old man at all, but my young law
partner Russell, who had come to the
city on the same business as myself, and
having been shown up to my room, found
me "doing" old Edinburgh in very en-
Pertaining dream William Lyle, in Scot
tish Anerican.